I'm sitting in the Apple Store on 5th Avenue and have just seen a lady wearing an outfit of train wreck proportions. Close your eyes and imagine this (Good luck reading and closing your eyes at the same time). Short and stout pear-shaped woman in her fifties . . . yellow blond spiked mohawk with black shaved hair on the sides and back . . . starkly painted eyebrows, heavy dark lipstick . . . black, glossy stretch (and lemme tell ya, they were stretching) tights . . . navy blue wrap around cable knit sweater revealing a huge bust . . . leopard print fur and black clogs. To complete the picture, she was scratching her butt in front of me. Don't you all want to move to New York?
As a side note, I just passed Da Coach, a.k.a. Mike Ditka, on the street, replete with brown leather jacket with the collar up.
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Well, It takes all kinds I guess. There's probably a guy somewhere who finds her super hot. I'm guessing not you though :)
Good for people to know.
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